I saw her running

been away for while, maybe because I had nothing new but I'm BACK!! When I'm stuck in writing I do these short poems of things I have seen that make me think how life is different for each person,,,,,,happy reading:)

I saw her running,
She ran like the child,
Head to the skies,
In hope... with hopes.

So mundane a child,
So trusting she is of earth,
So unmoved by its wild,
So untouched by its lies.

We are so different,
Me and her,
So trustworthy of earth,
It will only hurt her,
To be so trustworthy.

Kavosa Assava